[ the further up evan's back david reaches, the more tense evan gets, until he tries to trap his hands against the door to stop him, but he was too distracted. too late. the further up he goes, the more scars and scar tissue david will feel, until by the time he gets to his shoulderblades he might have trouble finding them just from how much scarring there is under his fingers.
evan grabs his upper arms and holds on tight, trying to hold him still, without actually pulling away from where he's biting. the anger's trying to fight with the urge to keep this going and losing, but it does have a hand in this now. ]
I said leave it.
[ he doesn't want this to stop but he doesn't want to explain what david's feeling, either. or show him. he's hard as hell and he wants this but there's too many problems ready to blow up. maybe he needs to push back. get them somewhere that isn't the front door. ]
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evan grabs his upper arms and holds on tight, trying to hold him still, without actually pulling away from where he's biting. the anger's trying to fight with the urge to keep this going and losing, but it does have a hand in this now. ]
I said leave it.
[ he doesn't want this to stop but he doesn't want to explain what david's feeling, either. or show him. he's hard as hell and he wants this but there's too many problems ready to blow up. maybe he needs to push back. get them somewhere that isn't the front door. ]